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Tara Murphy's avatar

I just want to thank you for helping me to reframe the way I see and relate to my body. I am currently struggling with end stage anorexia nervosa and palliating at home. I spent years starving myself as a means of coping with trauma and other mental health issues and now my body has told me “enough!” Ironically, it is happening at a time when my will to live is so strong so I am praying for a miracle and reading your memoir and these newsletters is one of my main motivating tools for keeping my head focusing on a hopeful, healthy future for myself.

I feel so blessed to have found you and I really hope that you heal up soon and don’t have to suffer too much longer. You bring so much hope and joy and inspiration to me Suleika and one of my future dreams is to come meet you in person at a book signing because of how much your words and story have changed my whole outlook on life and my relationship to my body.

Thank you thank you a million times thank you 🙏

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Jayne Sachs's avatar

Making Baskets With Nipples

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I was always a boobs girl.

For mine.

As soon as they started growing, I grew fond of them. Not too big, not too tiny. Always a consistent reminder when the air was cold. Always a willing participant as I got older and decided to flash someone like a good guy friend in college drunk across the bar... or my husband years later on an important business call. My boobs enjoyed surprising a few people and making them laugh.

And they had a maternal instinct too. They were very willing to nurture and breast feed two babies, one of whom would bite the fuck out of em. The other of whom would latch on

like he’d never get another meal... all while turning his head away from my body taking that nipple with him. I didn’t know a human nipple could elongate like that! So yeah, they even liked surprising me.

My boobs and I had a very nice, very long relationship. They were my best body part. Until they weren’t.

It was a difficult night when I had to tell them that they were getting cut off. My breast cancer diagnosis was a month earlier and the double mastectomy was the next morning. I spent a good amount of time that evening looking at them and thanking them for their service and friendship. And for helping my babies grow. I took pictures of them and told them I would never forget them. I knew life wouldn’t be the same, but life was what I needed... so they needed to go.

The surgery was 6 plus hours. I woke up with my sister’s face inches from my eyes telling me I was ok. My husband was telling me the news that my nodes were clear. I was so incredibly groggy but oh so relieved. I then told them what happened at the end of surgery. I said that after they amputated my boobs,the doctors were trying to make baskets with my nipples. I told my sister and husband that both docs had a nipple and took turns aiming toward the surgery trash can and doing their best to score. I think they both made their shots. I was cheering them on of course.

My husband hugged me and told me to go back to sleep.

I woke up hours later in a hospital room.

I had drains where my boobs once were.

I was flat like a fifth grade boy... but I was alive.

Chemo would start in a month along with breast reconstruction. I made it through both.

I’m six years out. I do miss those boobs. They were good to me. They were helpful. At times they had a good sense of humor.

But here I am.

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